On Labor Day, our family enjoyed a day at the beach. YES, a day at the beach ... in Kansas -- go figure. Without the threat of hurricanes. (a tornado, maybe...) You might call our destination a "lake", but I think "beach" sounds so much more glamorous.
Another family arrived shortly afterwards, and I overheard their little girl say, "This lake smells like a toot". Like I said, glamorous.
We had a big time, splashing, hitting the beach ball around and digging in the sand. Well into our outing, my youngest informed me .... (deep breath) ..... that my legs looked like I was wearing WHITE TIGHTS. ouch.
Clearly NOT the look I was going for on the beach. And this is WITH the aid of self-tanner. Or in my case, self-off-whiter.
It reminded me of our honeymoon in Cancun ..... Upon arrival, a local said to me, (insert Mexican accent) "You just get here to Mehico? You so WHITE!!!" (as in disbelief) The kicker was, I had indeed gone to the tanning bed faithfully before hand. Again, ouch.
I'll just embrace my inner lilly whiteness now.